3 comments/ 20044 views/ 1 favorites The Judge Ch. 01 By: BlueEyesInLevis I am a real estate appraiser, hired by banks to estimate the value of properties for loans. Sometimes it is business property, sometimes it is a home. Last year, I was called to appraise a home in a very exclusive part of town. The owner's name was Sarah Miller; I was told she was single and given her work number. I called to set the appointment and a woman answered the phone, "Judge Miller's chambers, Ms. Preston speaking." I now realized this was locally famous District Judge Sarah Miller, known for her toughness on the bench. She was also well known for being hard on attorneys and even harder on defendants. I told Ms Preston who I was and told her I would need to speak to the judge about an appraisal. A moment later the Judge Miller picked up the line. I repeated my name and the reason for my call then requested a time that afternoon to inspect her property. She curtly told me that she was busy and couldn't possibly do it during the week, that Saturday was the only choice. I agreed and told her I would be there at about ten o'clock A.M. on Saturday. On Saturday I arrived as promised at a very old but stately property. I rang the bell, but no one answered, so I rang it again. Soon I heard the door open to a disheveled woman wearing a white terri cloth robe and a towel wrapped like a turban around her hair. "Yes? What is it?", she asked. I introduced myself and reminded her of our appointment. "Oh yes, of course, I forgot. Do you need to come in?" "Well actually I need to measure around the exterior first, then I'll need to come inside and make an interior inspection," I replied. "Fine," she said and shut the door. After measuring the walls around the front and sides I came to the back and began measuring each rear wall. As I stretched the tape across one of the walls in the very back, I walked past a window. For some reason I still don't know, I stopped and looked inside. Looking through the window and past the open curtains, I saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from me and appearing to be watching something. It appeared to be the Judge and it was obvious her robe was open but the towel was off her head and her hair was wet. I looked past her to see what she was looking at and saw that she was watching the television. I peered closer and saw that she was watching an adult movie! My throat tightened and I pulled back. Part of me was embarrassed by being so intrusive, but another part of me was fascinated by the sight. I stood there for a moment weighing what I should do and then looking around to make sure no one was watching; I put the tape measure down and looked back into the window. She was still there, on the edge of the bed. Her robe still open, with one hand on the edge of the bed gripping the bed covers and the other appeared to be in front of her, between her thighs. On the screen, a nude dark-haired woman was on her knees sucking on a cock as the man held her hair in his hands. As her lips slid over his cock, he began thrusting in and out of her mouth. I watched the screen as he held her still and continued fucking in and out of her mouth. I then looked at the Judge and could see her head tilted back, but there was no other movement I could see. Slowly, she fell back on the bed and that is when I saw her hand. It appeared to be moving slowly between her thighs and to be holding some object. That is when I realized she was fucking herself with either a dildo or a vibe. I looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Just then, her hand stopped and her back arched as her bare breasts were thrust into the air as an orgasm raced through her body. I knew now was the time. Without finishing the other walls, I walked around to the front and rang the bell again. I waited about three seconds and rang it again and then again. A few moments later the door opened. She had now tied her robe but now her face was flushed, her hair was tossed and she seemed disoriented. "Yes, yes come in, I'm sorry." Her voice was nothing like I had heard at the door or on the phone earlier in the week; instead of curt and authoritative, it was soft and demure. I walked in and stood in front of her, looking her over. "Wh... what is it you need to see?" she asked softly. "Have I come at a bad time?" I asked as I looked into her eyes. Her eyes widened for just a split second, then demurely looked down. "Oh no...its ok. I was... was just getting ready that's all... where would you like to start?" "Why don't we start in the master suite?" I replied. She looked up again at me and hesitated as she seemed unsure how to reply, and then said, "Of course, please follow me." She turned and I followed. We walked down a long hallway with many paintings and closed doors. At the end of the hall she opened a door and stood aside as I walked in. I looked around while she leaned back against the door to watch me. I told her she had a beautiful home and should be proud of it. I walked back toward her and she replied, "Thank you, Sir." Her reply stopped me cold. Our eyes locked as she stood there, leaning against the door with her hands behind her back. After a moment of silence I turned to look at the television against the wall. It had that blue screen that told me the video was still in the machine. I walked over to it as she pushed away from the wall and started toward me with a terrified look on her face. She started to speak out "Wait!...", but it was too late. I pulled out the tape and read the title. "His Demanding Ways" was the title. I turned to look at her, her eyes resembled a deer caught in the headlights. I reinserted the tape and pressed the PLAY button and the movie reappeared. The man was still fucking the woman's face. The Judge stopped and froze. The man on the screen was telling the woman what a good little cocksucker she was and much he liked his "Little Fuckslut." "HOW DARE YOU?" the Judge now protested. I turned and looked at her, this time smiling. Her face and neck were beet red. She tried to look angry and indignant, but it didn't work. "Little Fuckslut, That's an interesting term isn't it." I said as I turned back to the video, "In most cases it would be a hateful sexist slur, meant to demean and hurt another human being." She bit her lower lip and looked down. I went on, "but in this case, it means something entirely different, doesn't it?" "Yes, I suppose in this case it does," she quietly agreed. We both watched for several minutes as the man turned the woman around and began taking her from behind. The Judge stood like a school girl caught peeking into the boy's bathroom. "Please turn it off" she quietly said. I watched for a moment or two longer then pressed the STOP button, turned and walked toward her. "You like watching them, don't you." Silence. "And you also like how he talks to her too, don't you." I could see she was breathing harder now, but still no response. I turned and took her chin in my hand and pulled up her face. "I ASKED you a question ... now answer it." She took a deep breath..."Yes Sir." With one hand I grabbed the lapel of her robe and with the other I reached inside to her pussy. She made no attempt to move, she only bit her lower lip. I slid my middle finger up inside, finding her still very wet. She inhaled sharply. "Yessss...you DO like it don't you... JUDGE." Her eyes flared at my mocking, but soon softened as my thumb found her wet swollen clit. She reached out and grabbed my shoulder to steady herself as I continued fingering her. Soon her eyes began to glaze over and her breath quickened. "Ahhh.... p..pl...pleesezze...Ohhh.....no...dont...stop....." I wasn't about to stop, and I knew she didn't want me to. It was fascinating watching her react to my fingers. I continued to caress her clit, first one way and then another, testing which way her body desired most. I finally began pressing lightly into it, almost tapping it. Soon her body began rocking and her fingers dug into my shoulder. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed, her breathing became short and quick. I knew she was close. I was now holding her closely almost supporting her as her knees became weak. Just then her body began to convulse, as wave after wave of sweet release pulsed through her. With each light press of my finger her body spasmed again and again...each spasm slightly smaller than the previous. Finally I stopped and retrieved my finger as she collapsed into my arms. I held her that way until she slowly began recovering and opened her eyes. She looked at me without speaking but her eyes told it all; Satisfaction, surrender and contentment. Her arms wrapped around me as she buried her head in my chest, pulling me tightly to her. A few moments later she looked at me again, this time with a new face. Her mouth was slightly open and she eyed me with fiery eyes of intensity. I lowered my head to kiss her. Her mouth almost devoured mine and she began grinding her hips into my hard cock. I broke off the kiss and pushed her off my body. We looked into each other's eyes as I pulled her robe off. Her body was lean, but not too lean. Her breasts were small but firm and her nipples were taut and proud. She was small, almost a frail woman and I wondered how she had earned such a hard reputation. She took my hand and started to lead me to her bed, but I jerked her back and pulled her face into mine once more and kissed her hard, then I put my hands on her shoulders and simply said "My cock needs sucking." She licked her upper lip seductively and sank to her knees before me. She opened my belt and pulled down the zipper. Taking her time, she opened my pants and slowly pulled them down. Her eyes were inches from the rock hard erection which was peaking out of my boxers. She kissed the shaft through the soft material as her fingers slipped under the band and began working it down off my hips. My cock was now free and throbbing before her. I watched as her eyes devoured it. Once again her tongue moved sensually over her upper lip as her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. Slowly she pulled her fist up the shaft until a clear drop appeared on the tip. She inhaled sharply and then her tongue snaked out and licked off the droplet. Once again, her fingers gripped the base and once again she pulled a drop to the tip, only this time her tongue spread it all over the fat bulbous head. She looked up at me like a tiger might look at a fawn then her mouth closed over my cock. The sensation was wonderful and the vision was intoxicating. I watched as her wet lips slid up and down my shaft, as her mouth covered and uncovered the sensitive head. Occasionally, her lips and tongue would travel down the length of my cock wetting and slicking it for her hand, only to return back to the top as she concentrated on the throbbing head. "OHHH...fuuuuuck yesss... You LIKE that dont you..." I hissed down at her. She didn't reply but her mouth began sucking harder and her fingers tightened around the base of my cock. "I've got lots of cum in there for you baby." Then, "Yes, suck it good for me..." Her mouth moved faster. ".....oh yes, what a talented fucking mouth...OHHH fuuuuck that's goood." Each word seemed to feed her hunger as I heard her moaning between sucks. Her hand continued rythmically pumping the shaft as she momentarily released my cock from her mouth to look up at me. She was breathing deeply and her eyes almost seemed possessed. "I want your CUM... me want your hot thick CUM. Give it to me!" I bit my lower lip as I grabbed her hair and guided her mouth back to my cock. Now with her lips wrapped once again around the head, her tongue began to assault the hypersensitive underside,licking and caressing just the right spot. I could feel my balls tightening and I knew I was close. Every nerve in my body seemed to either shut off or flow straight to my cock. And that is when it began. Somewhere below my knees, it began to rise and build. Quickly. Then like a tsunami, it began roaring through my body. It seemed as if everything inside me began to rush to the end of my cock as I began to cum. Shot after shot of my cum deposited on her soft warm tongue as she continued to caress that one spot. My knees almost buckled and I grabbed her shoulders to steady myself. I cried out, but I can't remember what; I only remember seeing stars and flashes of light as every nerve in my body seemed to be in the end of my cock, all firing off at once. As my cock ceased spewing, her tongue stopped moving and I began to feel the nice rich warmth of her mouth as it tenderly held my cock. After a few deliciously intense post orgasmic spasms, I gradually and very slowly I began recovering. I slowly opened my and looked down to see her bathing the rest of my cock with her tongue like a mother cat cleans her kittens. I reached down and gently took her arms and pulled her up to me. And then I kissed her tenderly as I wrapped my arms around her and hers around me. After a bit, she pulled away from my mouth and looked up at me with yet again an entirely new face and said, "Thank you. You dont know how much I needed that" I looked in her eyes and asked her "Why?...Tell me WHY you needed it." She buried her head in my chest once again and nuzzled there for a while before she finally spoke. "I...Im not sure, but right now I feel total contentment and I can't even remember the last time I felt this way. It is as if nothing else in this world matters except pleasing you, and yet, I know nothing about you. I barely know your name. It all goes against everything I thought I believed. "But all that doesn't seem to matter to me right now, it's like I have suddenly just been introduced to an entirely different Sarah who is completely different from the one I thought I knew, I guess this part of part of me has been here all along, but I refused to let her out." I thought for a minute trying to think of something profound to say, but I just replied, "It seems we have a lot to talk about." I pulled up my pants, took her hand and we laid next to each other on the bed. For the next two hours she told me all about herself, about college, about her job and about her first marriage and how it was a disaster from the beginning. After a few moments of quiet, she took my left hand and looked at my fingers. "So tell me, why aren't you married?" Without going into detail, I told her that I too had been married for 20 years but it didn't work out and now I was on my own. She asked if I dated and I told her occasionally, but haven't found someone suited to my personality. "What kind of personality is that?" she asked. "Good question," I replied and got up. Alarmed, she asked "Did I say something wrong?" "No" I smiled as I leaned down to kiss her head, "but I have another appointment in 20 minutes. We will finish this conversation tonight over dinner at Borgets. I will pick you up at 7:00." As I walked away, she called out, "What shall I wear?" I turned and looked back at her, naked, beautiful and vulnerable on the bed. I smiled and said "Something that will make my cock hard" and then I walked away. Behind me, I heard a most delicious giggle. The Judge Ch. 02 The Judge II: Turning the Tables A month had passed since the "party" at which I provided the entertainment for Judge Santos and her friends. I began to feel a sense of relief. I had feared that the party was to be just the first in a series of demands placed on me. In reality, she had blackmailed me. There was no other word for it. Blackmailers usually return for more. The feeling of relief was mixed, at times, with a twinge of regret. It had been embarrassing to be forced to masturbate in front of a roomful of middle-aged women, but it had also been exciting. I still became aroused as well as embarrassed by the memory. Then, another summons to chambers. Again, I was instructed to meet her late in the afternoon, just before the courthouse closed at 5:00. As I passed through security and walked toward her chambers, I felt as if my heart was trying to pound a hole through my chest and that my stomach was about to leap out my throat. Nevertheless, I felt my erection pressing against my suit pants. What could she have in store for me this time? There was no one in her outer office. When I pressed the buzzer, she admitted me herself. "Mr. Mike, come right in. I'm so pleased to see you." I did not respond. I followed her silently into her chambers, conscious of the bulge in my pants as I stood in front of her desk. "I don't know if I've ever thanked you providing the entertainment for my friends. You did an excellent job. We all enjoyed it so much." I did not respond. "Don't pretend that you didn't enjoy it. It was obvious that you enjoy entertaining women. Don't deny it. Indeed, I am going to provide you with another opportunity. This occasion will be a bit more private, and yet more public at the same time. I am involved in an extremely boring securities trial. The witnesses and the lawyers simply drone on and on. It is all I can do to remain awake. I have come up with a solution." I remained silent. "Don't pretend you aren't interested." She smiled widely. "I can see that you are interested," she added. Standing, she reached across her desk and gave the crotch of my pants a gentle squeeze. "The evidence is right here," she laughed. All I could do was blush. I felt completely helpless. "Tomorrow, you will arrive in court at 9:30. My clerk will usher you to your new, ahem, position. The trial will resume at 10:00. It will be your job to provide me with enough stimulation to keep me alert throughout the day." That night, I was overcome by anxiety as I tried to sleep. I would drift off for a few minutes, only to awaken, drenched in sweat, imagining that my career was to be ruined. Dreams of being naked in court, of being entrapped in some sting operation, or of being imprisoned for life as some sort of sex slave. The dreams became more feverish. Laying awake, trying to imagine what the day would bring. By dawn, I had a plan. After making a few preparations, I dressed in my newest suit and headed for court. There probably was no point in dressing up, but I might as well look good in the court building. I arrived at Judge Santos' chambers precisely at 9:30 and was admitted immediately. Her clerk, a woman tall woman with dark hair, long legs, high cheekbones and a ready smile, was waiting for me. "This way," she told me, with a wide smile. She led me behind the judge's bench, while telling me how much she enjoyed working for Judge Santos and how the judge was always showing her new things. "You will wait for the judge under there," she said, pointing under the bench. This did not come as a complete surprise to me, although I was relieved to discover that a recessed space had been cut into the floor near the front of the bench, away from where the judge would be seated. While it would be far from luxurious, there would be some room for my legs, and I would not be completely cramped. I was struck, however, that this suggested that I might not have been the first to sit under the judge's bench while she was seated above. "You may want this," the clerk told me, handing me a cup of water. "And you might as well let me take your coat. You will be very warm under there as it is, and you don't want to get it wrinkled." She smiled a wide, happy grin. Taking my coat, she told me, "You'd better get settled. The marshals will be unlocking the courtroom soon, and the lawyers will start to come in. There are a lot of them in this case." I slid under the desk. The area under the front of the bench was far from roomy, but there was enough of space to allow me to move my legs occasionally so that I would not become cramped. After a few minutes, I heard a low rumble of voices, punctuated by an occasional chuckle, to indicate that counsel had been allowed into the room. It became warm in my confined area, and I began to feel drowsy. I was brought back to attention by a sharp rap of a gavel, quite loud from my position, and the order, "All rise." I could envision the lawyers standing and hear the clerk intone the "oyez" as the judge approached the bench. I saw sensible shoes, ankles, and the hem of a black robe in front of me as she stood for a moment. Then she took her chair and slid under the bench, blocking out the light and leaving me momentarily blinded. I heard her giving instructions to the lawyers, and then she instructed someone to "call you next witness." My eyes began to adjust to the darkness. At the moment, all I could see were her dark shoes, ankles and a bit of calf as her robe had ridden up a bit when she took her seat. After a few minutes, as the voices in the courtroom droned on indistinctly, she removed one shoe and began to poke around with her toe. I saw that she was wearing no stockings. Her toe prodded me a few times in the chest. Then, as she seemed to get her bearings, she moved downward until she located my crotch. She pressed her toe against my organ, which immediately responded, much to my chagrin. She spread her first and second toes, placing one on either side of the shaft, and began to gently rub up and down. As soon as she could feel that I was fully erect, she put her foot back on the floor. There was little doubt in my mind as to what I was expected to do. And, if my plan was to work, I had to follow through. I took her left foot in my hands and began to squeeze and knead it, pressing my thumbs into each of the many indentations between the many bones of her foot. Slowly, I worked my way up to her ankle. Then, I took that foot, and placed it between my legs, where she could feel my hardness against the sole of her foot. I took the other foot between my hands and give it a similar massage. When I reached the ankle of that foot, I placed one hand on either side of her calf, and slowly but steadily began to move my hands upward, over the thick part of the calf muscle. Past the hard bone of her knee. Bending my head to avoid bumping into the desk, my hands moved up along the increasing wideness of her thigh. Moving slowly, getting closer. When I felt the muscle start to grow more narrow, I let my right hand stop where it was, in the warmth between her thighs, squeezing gently, while my left hand continued upward. My arm stretched out until my fingers could push under her rear, confirming what I has suspected. She was wearing no panties. I felt her shift her weight to allow my hand to caress her buttock. I allowed my right hand to slip up just a bit further, until I could feel her pubic hair brush my finger tips. I took my hands away, and returned to her left foot. I repeated the same sequence with her left leg that I had followed with her right. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly caressing her calf, her knee, her thigh. Stopping when I felt the thigh growing narrow. Allowing my fingertips to play lightly at the crease where thigh met crotch. Letting my fingers brush her short curly hairs once again. Taking my hands away from her. I felt her leg probing around under the desk, again, while the voices in the courtroom droned on. I took her foot and placed it against me, so that it pressed the shaft against my pubic area. Taking a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles. It was difficult to reach up under the desk, stretching out that way. I caught the scent of her arousal. Stretching out my arms, I allowed my fingernails to play over her thighs, caressing gently, moving up within a millimeter of her womanhood, then slipping back down. Teasing her with the closeness. Her foot pressed harder against me. I felt a throbbing. Twisting, I let one fingertip probe for her opening. I found the swelling of her outer lips, the wetness running from her. It must be an amazing turnon for her to have me under her control that way. Pressing my finger upward, slipping between her lips, feeling the warmth and wetness inside her. Sliding my finger in and upward, probing. A hand reached under the desk and pulled my hand away. Then she tapped me in the face. There was not much doubt what she wanted next. I pulled my hips back, moved my head under her robes, and slid my face up between her legs. Normally, I would linger to caress her thighs with my tongue, but in my cramped position, there was little opportunity to move around. I had to find a position that I could stay in, and get to work. Grasping her calves, I was able to push my head forward and find the source of the musky scent. I reached my tongue out blindly. The first lick caught nothing but pubic hair. My second try, I found the swelling of one of her lips. The third try, I hit my target. I felt her jump slightly as my tongue found her tiny staff. I flicked my tongue lightly on her clit, sometimes just barely touching the tip, other times running up the shaft. I tried running my tongue in little circles around it. Breathing deeply to keep from cramping, fighting feelings of being confined. Only touching her lightly with my tongue. Again, I felt her hand under the desk, finding the back of my head. She tried to press my head harder into her crotch, but, instead, she pulled me to the side and away from the knob that was the source of her excitement. Whether her bad aim was a result of the continued space, or a rebellion on my part, I'm not quite sure. I began exploring again with my tongue, seeking her clit. Licking her thigh, finding more pubic hairs. I was just getting my bearings again when I heard her rap hard with her gavel on the bench, directly above my head. Startled, I banged my own head against the underside of the bench, producing a faint echo to the crack of the gavel. Did anyone in the courtroom wonder about that echo. "We will take a 15 minute recess," I heard her say. "Make that 20." She brushed the skirt of her robes down. She stood, and the area under the desk suddenly seemed flooded with light as she was gone. I heard movement and a muttering of voices in the courtroom. I shifted position under the desk, trying to stretch my arms, legs and neck in turn. The sounds of the courtroom died down within a minute or two. The face of Judge Santos's law clerk then appeared. She gestured to me to crawl out from under the desk. As my head began to emerge, she whispered in my ear, "Crawl straight back through that door, into her robing room. There are a few people in the back of the room, but if you stay low and directly behind the bench, they won't be able to see you." She giggled a little as she said this. I felt humiliated, crawling behind the bench, following the clerks heels out of the courtroom. I made it through the door without attracting attention. As soon as the door closed, I stood and stretched. "Hurry up," urged the tall woman who was obviously a closer confidant of the judge than I had imagined. "Judge Santos only called a 20 minute recess. You need to take care of her before she has to get back on the bench. And if you finish, then perhaps she'll let you stay with me instead of making you return to your rather tight quarters." A stared in surprise at this last suggestion. She just gave me her usual open, happy smile and grabbed my arm. "Come on, you don't have a lot of time." She pulled me through the door at the other end of the robing room, leading me into Judge Santos's inner office. I was met by a sight that no lawyer in the state expects to see. Judge Santos was sprawled across her desk, on her back. Her robe was bunched under her ass, which was perched near the edge of the desk. The judge's heels were also at the edge of her desk, on either side of her ass, so that he knees pointed toward the ceiling. Her thighs gleamed a white in the harsh flourescent lighting of the office. I could see her dark pubic hairs, matted with moisture. "Celeste, tell him to get his mouth in their right now," the Judge commanded. Giggling, his clerk pressed my shoulder forward, telling me, "You heard what she said." I stepped forward, and Celeste settled herself onto the judge's couch to watch. I reached into my pocket and pressed a button as I moved to the edge of her desk. I exhaled a warm breath onto the red, swollen lips of her pussy. I pressed my tongue against her inner thigh and began to lick toward the center of her heat. "Don't fuck around," shouted the judge. "Get to work on my clit, NOW. I need to cum." I reached my hands under her smooth, soft ass, and buried my face in her pubic hairs. It was a lot easier to find my objective from this posture, particularly as Judge Santos thrust her hips back and her jewel toward my face. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked in gently. Judge Santos let out a scream of pleasure. Her clit was remarkably long, and I could press my tongue against the tip while sucking it with my lips. I released my lips and began to tongue it as hard and fast as I could, flicking my tongue up and down over it, while squeezing her ass. Judge Santos thrust her hips up to meet me. I felt her thighs and buttocks begin to clench. She was on the verge. I pulled my face away from her, released her ass, and stepped back. "What are you doing?" she shouted. "Finish what you are doing. Make me cum." I just smiled at her frustration. I pushed another button in my pocket. "I beg your pardon, Your Honor. I don't believe the court of appeals would uphold your authority to issue that order." "Get your tongue back on my pussy right now, or I'll ruin you," she shouted. I continued to smile, without making a move. "What makes you think you can do that?" I responded. Still lying on her back on her desk, without even looking up at me, she shouted, "You know very well how I can do that. I can disclose what that juror told me about the deliberations on your last trial. You will lose the biggest verdict of your career, and your ethics will be questioned. If you don't lick my pussy now, right now, the way I tell you to, I'll ruin you." I pushed another button. "I don't think you'll do that, Your Honor, unless you want to ruin your own career, too." Finally, she leaned up onto her elbows and looked at me. "What the fuck are you talking about. You have 30 seconds to get your tongue back on my clit and give me the orgasm I need, or you are through." "Oh, I'm prepared to give you that orgasm, but not on your terms. You are not in control any more. You see, I have a tape recording of you threatening to ruin me if I don't lick your pussy. If you try to ruin me, then I will give copies of that tape to the newspapers, the judicial conference, and your husband." "Do you really think you can get out of this courthouse with a tape recorder. All I have to do is tell the marshals to take it from you. In fact, I'm pretty sure that Celeste and I can get it away from you without the help of the marshals. So, why don't you give your tape recorder to Celeste and, if you get your tongue back where it belongs, I might forget your feeble attempt to evade your fate." She smiled, her confidence returned. "Of course, I might ask for a little extra something from you, before I forgive you. Have you ever stuck your tongue up a woman's asshole?" "Oh, I don't have the tape recorder here," I responded. I turned to Celeste, who was lounging on the couch. She still had a wide smile on her face, obviously enjoying this dispute. Her hand was inside the waistband of her skirt. I reached into my pocket and handed her a shiny metal device, about 2 inches by 5 inches. "What is it?" demanded Judge Santos. "It's a cell phone," Celeste answered. "What did you do?" asked Judge Santos. "Take pictures?" "Oh, no, I doesn't have picture taking capability," I assured her. "A cell phone with a tape recorder?" asked the judge. "Just destroy it." "No, Celeste, I don't think the judge understands," I said calmly, relishing the judge's confusion and desperation. "All I did was place a telephone call. A call to myself. If you want to hear it, we can call my voice mail. I called my office, and left a message. The message was you telling me that you would ruin me if I refused to lick your pussy. I doubt you can get your marshal's to go to my office and destroy the voice mail." The judge breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling under her robes. She pulled her robe down to cover her privates, as if she suddenly felt vulnerable, exposed like that. "You don't have to cover yourself," I told her. "I promised you would get your orgasm, and you will. But you will get it on my terms." I walked around to the other side of the desk, the end near her head, unzipping my trousers as I did so. I let my trousers fall to the floor, stepping out of them and pushing off my briefs as I reached the end of the desk. My legs were just long enough so that, when I stood at the end of the desk, my stiff erection extended just an inch or two over her face. "Lick," I commanded. "Lick it, or I'll leave you frustrated." She extended her tongue, hesitantly at first, touching just the tip to the tube that runs along the underside. "Come on, you can to better than that." She ran her tongue along that tube. I shuddered when she reached the tip. I drop of clear fluid already glistened. She seemed to find some inspiration from my reaction, because she began to work her tongue more vigorously along the underside of my staff. I leaned a little farther forward, so that her tongue could lap at my scrotum. I let out a quiet moan at the wonderful sensation of her tongue on my balls. Looking across the desk, I was that her robes were once again hiked up around her waist, and that her finger was now working on her own clit. I reached forward, grabbed her hand, and pressed her fingers around the shaft of my cock. "Play with this for awhile," I told her. Edging back slightly, and putting my hand over hers, which was wrapped around my shaft, I pressed the tip between her lips. To my delight, she began to get into it, sucking on the end of my phallus while her hand moved up and down along the rod. I was not going to be able to take this treatment for long without erupting into her mouth. The idea of pumping a load of semen into the Judge's mouth, while she lay sprawled across her desk, her naked thighs and crotch fully exposed, was very inviting. But I had promised her an orgasm, hadn't I? I had to deliver on my promise before she was required to return to court. I slid my cock out of her mouth and pulled back from her. I walked around the desk to where her legs were splayed open. I glanced at the couch and saw that Celeste was still smiling, enjoying herself, her skirt lowered and her hand in her panties. I looked down at the Judge. "What do you want?" I demanded of her. "I need you to make me cum. Right now." "I want you to tell me what you want me to do." "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now." "Beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my cock." "Please. I need your cock, now. I need to feel you fill me with your beautiful cock. Please fuck me hard with your beautiful hard cock.' The Judge Ch. 02 "Of course, Your Honor." I looked over at Celeste, again. "Can you help me with something, Celeste. Can you get us something to put under the judge, to lift her ass just a little higher." Celeste looked at Judge Santos. "Hurry up, Celeste," the Judge ordered her. Celeste got up, let her skirt fall to the floor, and ran over to a closet, where she found a coat. She brought me the coat, which I folded and slid under the judge's ass, so that her gaping pussy was even with my stiff rod when I stood at the edge of the desk. My staff slid easily into her warm, very wet vagina. I stood for a moment, feeling the pressure around my organ. There was a knock at the door. "Your Honor, the parties have returned to the courtroom," came a voice. Celeste responded, "We'll just be a few more minutes." I put my hands on Judge Santos's hips, withdrew slowly until only the mushroom tip remained inside her, then thrust forward, hard. I began to pump in and out of her urgently. It literally took only seconds before I began to feel the pressure begin to build at the base of my penis, in the perineum. I squeezed and thrust faster and faster, my thighs slapping loudly and wetly against her ass. I gave one last hard thrust, my balls pressed against her ass, and let the river burst forth. The judge wrapped her legs around me, pushed back, and let out a guttural moan. I felt the walls of her vagina contracting on my rod as it my semen pulsed into her. I heard another moan, off to the side, and saw that Celeste had returned to the couch and lowered her panties. Her right hand was frantically circling her clit, while several fingers of her right hand were buried deep inside her pussy. She was moaning and thrusting her hips as the Judge and I completed our contractions and I stood at the end of the desk, my cock still buried deep within her, and I stared down at the woman who, minutes before, had the power to control my cock. The tables had surely been turned.